Barely violet, and definitely not ultra.

Gentlemen, beware. You might think that you'd happily sit through a movie with hot chick (insert name here) in tight outfits firing guns and staring and walking. But you'd be wrong. I have a particularly high tolerance for this sort of thing (I liked both Underworld flicks and Aeon Flux; and Elektra could have sucked more), but Ultraviolet is reprehensible.

Milla, as always, did a fine job with what they gave her. She didn't even do the scary quivering thing (see Fifth Element and that Joan of Arc movie), but she had to deliver horrible lines like: "You are all... gonna die." You may envision a way to say that line so it doesn't come out stupid, but it didn't happen in this movie.

This is a film, like Aeon Flux, that was not released early to reviewers. Which means they are savaging it in ways normally not imagined. However, this movie deserves what it gets, and here is the New York Times' take.

Ultraviolet wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen. It wasn't as bad as the first hour of Be Cool, of which I have never seen the second hour. But it is worse than the last hour of The Wild Wild West, and that's saying something.